One of the weekends the men had together before Squirrel shipped out for Lejeune, they were able to rent their favorite room at the No Tell Motel.
Although naked and playful, a certain cloud hung over the activities. The bottles of Jack Daniels were in good use.
After an evening of sucking and some fucking. Honcho’s hands had been bound as Squirrel and Brian fucked him and then jacked his huge dick, bringing out a huge load.
By the later part of the evening, the alcohol contributed to a moment of soggy emotion.
Squirrel articulates, “I can’t believe I have to give you two up. And I’m jealous ‘cause I know you’ll have a lot of fun times when I’m gone.’’
Brian replies, “Don’t feel that way. Hey, Marine, take this situation like a man. Sure, we all care for one another and enjoy the excesses of our sex. And you know we are always wanting to do something new, whether it has to do with mouth, ass or dick. But, hey, you’re going to Lejeune and you’ll have all those recruits to trap.”
Honcho speaks, “Yeah, trap is a good word. I know you trapped me, but fortunately when I laid eyes on you, I knew you were a player. I wasn’t sure how you played, but I knew you lived your life on the prowl. You are a fucking poster child for the Marine Corps. You weren’t going to let me get away, and I wasn’t going to let you get away. That’s how it was from the beginning when you questioned me about my paperwork. Sure, you were subtle, no one in the room knew you were coming on to me.”
“I smelled that huge cock of yours and like the moth to the flame, I was going to get you. And now I have to go away and leave our fuck family. Give me anther shot. I want to jack on your dick some more.”
“And I guess I’m an afterthought,” Brian interjected.
“Man, we’re just going over old times… And I noticed you didn’t hesitate to focus in on Honcho. Now you’ll have him to yourself, or to any other Marine or Marines you pick up.”
Brian speaks, “You need to know your place.”
With that, Brian reached for some of the rope the men always had with them.
“Grab his hands.”
Squirrel was in no condition to resist. Brian bound Squirrel’s hands behind his back.
“What’s going on, man?” Squirrel queried.
Brian just something to remember this night. Brian and Honcho threw Squirrel on the bed and tied his ankles together. They continued to bind Squirrel so he was completely at their mercy.
Brian and Honcho lifted Squirrel off the bed and put him in a kneeling position beside the bed.
Brian jacked his dick hard and placed it in Squirrel’s mouth. From behind, Honcho got his hardest erection, spit on his humongous dick, and slowly entered Squirrel’s ass. Squirrel tried to make some verbal outburst, but with Brian’s dick tickling the back of his throat, he couldn’t make a real sound.
Honcho, aware of the damage he could do, slowly opened Squirrel’s ass, plugging him with a deliberate caution, causing Squirrel’s bound body to jerk. Brian pulled back to let Squirrel breathe through his nose, keeping the head of his cock well placed over his tongue.
Honcho eased his cock into the depths of Squirrel’s ass, speaking as he caused Squirrel to heave. “You won’t find anything like this at Lejeune. I’m leaving you with a memory you’ll never forget and wish you could repeat it, but it will be just a dream of the hottest sex you’ve ever had.”
Brian continued to reach the depths of Squirrel’s throat while Honcho plowed the accepting ass.
“Marine, this is what being a Marine is all about. Experiencing the wildness and madness that makes us men. Let your body jerk and rattle while Honcho gives you the fuck of a lifetime.”
Squirrel tries nodding his head, uttering guttural sounds of approval. Squirrel blacks out inside himself, floating in the intensity of Brian’s dick down his throat and Honcho’s huge cock fucking his ass. Squirrel realizes that for all his games and manipulations, this is the situation he had always longed for, captured, bound, receiving the blood-filled head of Brian’s manly cock while one of the biggest dicks he had ever encountered fucked him into oblivion. Squirrel reveled in his subjugation and helplessness, he who had always been the lead was now the follower of two powerful Marines who he knew on the most basic of levels loved him while they used him, giving him something he would always remember.
Brian looked Honcho square in the eyes, smiling and uttered, “I could be getting close. What about you?”
“I think he needs both loads at the same time. Just let me know when you want to shoot your load down his throat, and I’ll fill his ass with the cum he’s wanted from the moment he laid eyes on me.”
Brian nodded. “Let me work his mouth and then I’ll be ready to shoot down his throat.”
Squirrel had lost any sense of his own consciousness. The binding ropes ate into his willing muscles as his body gave up any resistance.
Brian smiled at Honcho. “I’m ready to shoot.”
Squirrel blacked out as Brian’s dick filled the depths of his throat,++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ and Honcho shot his hot volley into the depths of his ass.
The heavy breathing punctuated the uncontrolled spasms of their bodies.
Then all was silence. Brian and Honcho waited until Squirrel relaxed and then extracted their cocks from Squirrel’s holes.
The two men threw Squirrel onto the bed and untied him. No one spoke. The three Marines knew instinctively that despite the many times they had had sex together, this was a moment that could never be repeated no matter how many times in the future they may be together.
Brian poured three shots, which the men shared in silence, looking at each other with a new understanding of the depth of caring among them.
“I guess this is the end.”
“No,” Honcho replied. “This is the beginning. We’ll be together in our thoughts that can’t be taken from us.”
Squirrel, taking the rim of the cup from his lips, responded, “I think I know how we’ll always be together, no matter where we are.”
“And what is your idea, Marine?” Brian asked.
“A tattoo,” Squirrel replied.
“A tattoo,” Honcho added. “What kind of tattoo?”
“USMC, of course.”
“That’s not unusual. Why would that be so special?”
“Because we’d have those infamous letters tatted on our dicks.”
“On our dicks?” Brian blurted out in surprise.
“Yes, on the top of our shafts, each one in the same place.”
“I don’t know,” Brian responded.
“I like the idea. Tomorrow, totally sober, we’ll find a tattoo artist willing to do the job. We’ll commemorate this night and our intimacy with a permanent, lasting sign,” Honcho insisted.
“Let’s see how we feel about the idea in the morning,” Brian added.
Without discussing the matter any longer and finishing their drinks, the men fell out and let sleep be the culmination of the evening.
In the morning, the men were silent on Squirrel’s suggestion as they sat at the table eating their bacon, eggs, and pancakes while drinking their coffee.
After the server removed their plates, refilled the coffee cups, eyes met eyes, darting around the table, challenging someone to speak. Squirrel decided to speak first since he had brought up the idea of a USMC dick tattoo to begin with.
“Are we in?”
“Fuckin’ A,” Honcho replies.
Brian, “Yeah, count me in.”
“So we find ourselves an artist who appreciates the military.”
Driving around on a sunny afternoon in the Mustang, they spot a strip mall tattoo sign and as they cruise the huge plate glass window, they see the Marine Corps emblem centered in the middle of the window.
After parking the car, the three cleaned up, well-fed Marines hop out of the Mustang convertible and enter the shop.
Surprising, the interior belied the rough exteriors of the other store fronts. Living plants, a sparkling white interior with subtle accent colors, furniture right out of Architectural Digest: The Marines momentarily stunned, stood still, looking around them. Squirrel shrugged and smiled.
From the rear of the super modern interior, Denver appears.
He stands five foot, eight inches tall, with a svelt body, and dressed right out of Gentlemen’s Quarterly.
“I’m Denver. What can I do for you, gentlemen, on this bright sunny day?
Squirrel naturally spoke up. “We want to tattoo our dicks. Do you do that?”
“I do. But it is a process involving Cialis and lidocaine. Do you want to continue? Oh, I failed to mention after you are prepared, I will bind your hands behind your back. I can’t risk a stab of pain causing you or anyone wanting to retaliate in some battering way. What do you say?”
Honcho speaks, “If you are willing, I’m willing.”
Denver explains the process. First the men take Cialis about half an hour before the upper parts of their shafts are slattered with several applications of lidocaine.
Denver, wanting to save the best for the last, begins with Brian and Squirrel. Fortunately, Denver has a stencil in his collection the size that will be perfect for their dick tattoos.
When Denver gets to Honcho, he can’t help himself. “Tell me how much this is insured for.”
“Shucks, it’s just what God gave me.”
“Just sit here. Drop your hands to your side and then slowly bring them behind you, so I can restrain them.”
Denver wraps and twists the fairly long rope around Honcho’s crossed wrists. Without too much pressure but with firmness, Denver laces a pattern even Honcho could not break.
After the Benadryl wash, Denver places the USMC stencil with its Gothic lettering and outlines each letter with innate precision. A peculiar delight wells up in Denver as he takes the small needle and begins inserting it into Honcho’s numbed skin.
“Tell me if you are feeling any pain”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Denver revels in the size of Honcho’s dick, a thought he contains within himself.
Denver places the black filled needle on its tray.
“Are you going to untie me now?”
“Do you really want me to?” Denver replies.
“That’s for another time. Untie me now.”
Denver complies, taking his own good time to release the rope.
After Honcho stands up admiring his new tattoo, Denver announces, “You know I will want to see each of you in six weeks because there is a great deal of care involved, and I also want to look at your dicks.”
“That can be arranged,” Honcho replies. “I’m afraid there will only be two of us, though. That’s the reason for the tattoos. Squirrel has orders for the East Coast, and he leaves tomorrow.”
“You fellows that close?”
Squirrel affirms, “We’re wed to one another. We each have our lives like the three musketeers. There are no limits to our thoughts and actions, but there will always be the remembrance of what we have shared.”
“After we’re free from our enlistment, we’re going to Whisper, Colorado, where my dad has a ranch, so we’ll be together again someday.”
With a light hum, Denver begins the song “Some Day My Prince Will Come” from Snow White.
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